Well I fell, I fell again, I fell, I fell my friend
Well I tried in that southern town. But I fell, I fell down

Well I tried to be a man, and I tried to make it work
My mom blames alcohol, I think I'm just a jerk
So I pack up my Toyota and I move to another hole
Try to run away from myself but I can't seem to shake my soul
And I'm thinking about this red haired girl and I'm listening to my radio
Cigarette lighters busted and I got her blood all over my clothes
I guess I should have known deep down I ain't no good
I'd spit in Jesus Christ's eye right now if I could

I fell, I fell again. I fell, I fell my friend
I tried in that southern town. But I fell, I fell right down. I fell, I fell right down